Or, a better title might be, “How literacy happens (and random swearing).”
A very short story from Cinder’s literacy journey, when he was seven or so:
We picked up some books at the library yesterday, including a stack of “Phonics Comix” for Cinder by request. He’s flipping through one on the way to the car. “Fuck! The only word in this book I can read is “moo!” Well, I guess this one here is probably cow…”
From February 13, 2009.
2013. I love coming across those vignettes—and I’m so happy I recorded them—because they remind me of how it is that he came to the place he’s at now… how much progress he’s made… and how very, very grateful I am that we were able to afford him the space and time to get there in his own way.
Meanwhile, three-year-old Ender is watching Phonics Farm and studdying Mo Willems’ Piggy and Elephant books, determined to be able to read by tomorrow. We’ll see.
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